Just this week I have learned this about myself: I cannot change a light. Of any kind.
1. All my flashlights are dead. That is always guaranteed in my house. Nothing I can do about it — if I change the batteries, they’re still dead inside a week. Just how it goes. I need one of those wind-up kinds someday.
2. I had the mechanic fix a headlight this week when I got a tune-up. The headlight that I had been meaning to install myself had been rattling around the back of my car since at least August. (It was particularly handy to wave said bulb at the police officer when pulled over — look! I really DO mean to fix it! Tomorrow! Promise!) I find driving at night with two headlights so COOL. I had forgotten that.
3. Lala strong-armed me yesterday into changing the burnt-out lightbulbs in my house. She was astonished to find that I have a store of them (of course! They are a staple, like flour and extra toothpaste — that does not mean I have to change them when burned out. Silly). When we counted, I had SIX lightbulbs burned out in my tiny condo. I’ve been living by the light over the stove and the string of white lights in the living room for a while now. (Truth: We didn’t change the two outside, but that’s another day, says me.)
So it’s light in here. I suppose that’s good, although I can see the dust bunnies better, and that’s not a main goal right now.
Went to see Janine the other day. She shows a picture of her goody-box. I show a picture of her AND her goody-box.
Could she be cuter? No, I think not.
That there behind me and my chins is a real, machine-made Sale Pending sign. And haven’t heard anything about the loan from the mortgage broker. No news is good news? (We did get the Amount You’ll Pay docs from the lender, which made me hyperventilate again, but only until I did the math, and after that I was only wheezing.)
And a pic for La, just because:
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